With a nod, Hermes comes a little further into the room and does a bit of a walk around, touching walls, furniture, and anything else he can run his sneaky little hands across. (Fortunately, that does not include Piper.)

"I can do that. Set you up with a nice, self-replenishing little thing, if you'd like? Won't keep out the biggest of the bads, but it'll go a heck of a long way toward the restless dead, general crawling and/or creeping horrors, and icky, sticky wickets like that?"